Filed to story: The Alpha King’s Intoxicating Mate
“Is that wise? You still don’t know whether you want to reject me” she said doubtfully.
I cleared my throat “about that. I have made my decision. I do not intend on rejecting you” I said smugly.
I wanted her too much. My wolf was desperate to have her. We would only be weakening ourselves if we chose to reject her. Besides, I didn’t want to, not anymore. The more time I spent with Leah, the more I was fascinated by her.
She was quiet. Too quiet. “What if I still wish to reject you?” she asked, meeting my eyes.
Hurt flashed through me. “I won’t let you” I growled without thinking, seriously angry.
She rolled her eyes “So you get upset at the thought of me rejecting you” she said pensively.
“Of course I do, you’re my mate” I snarled.
“Yet you’ve done the exact same thing to me” she pointed out as my shoulders drooped in understanding “So now you know exactly how I’ve felt as you’ve considered whether to reject me or not,” she said with a flash of anger and a spark of defiance.
Damn, this woman was feisty. I was forced to consider and admit that she was right.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I haven’t been a very good mate” I said slowly, feeling as though I was on uneven ground “and you have an excellent point” I admitted.
“I think you’re used to women fawning over you,” Leah said with a heavy dose of sarcasm “and I think you put a lot of stock into your position and how you’re perceived rather than what you or what your wolf wants.”
I frowned. “Women don’t fawn all over me” I protested lamely.
She laughed. “All day, women have eyed you like they are undressing you with their eyes and constantly asked if you needed anything. You’re so used to it that it doesn’t occur to you that other men don’t get the same treatment.”
“I thought it was because I was good looking” I teased.
She grinned “There is that but it’s also because they want to be the Queen Luna” she pointed out.
“I know,” I said glumly and then eyed her with interest “and yet you would reject me in a heartbeat without consideration of that title. Why?” I asked with interest.
She looked incredulous. “What use is a title if you don’t love the person you are marked and mated to? A title can’t keep you company on cold nights or encourage you to follow your dreams. It can’t give you the family you’ve always wanted or make your heart skip a beat when you see the person you love. A title is just that, a title. It makes you inferior to others but in the end, doesn’t that seem rather lonely?” she asked “not to mention all the responsibilities of making sure that you keep the pack protected and ensure that its safety and wellbeing are a priority.”
She spoke such words of wisdom with conviction. I admired her. She wasn’t materialistic. She had a passion burning inside of her. “If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?” I asked.
She tilted her head on the pillow, thinking it over. There was a wistful smile on her face “I guess all I’ve ever wanted was to have somebody love me for who I was, not who they want me to be or who they think I should be.”
I swallowed hard. It was such a simple request and wish but her words were grave and filled with anguish. How much had she suffered at this pack, for that to be her only wish? Being rejected by that asshole hadn’t helped at all. I felt a pang in my heart.
I gently kissed her cheek, making her look at me. “Get some sleep,” I told her softly, admiring the way she looked in the
moonlight, the way her hair cascaded over the pillow, my hand resting underneath hers, my arm still possessively laid over her waist “Tomorrow morning we leave for my pack,” I told her and she gave a tired nod. “Early?” she asked.
I shook my head “Whenever we want. But I want you to get some sleep. Once we reach my pack house, things will change and it’s going to be a big transition” I told her, wishing that she understood the words I wasn’t saying “and you might find it a bit difficult. I’m going to do the best I can to help you, but I’m sure that you’ll be fine” I added.
She looked unconvinced but still turned her head and snuggled into her pillow. I breathed in her sweet-smelling scent and laid my head down, listening to the sound of her breathing as it filled the air. My mind was in turmoil. I knew that she was going to be ostracized by a lot of the pack for not having a wolf and while she would be under my protection, it would not prevent some of them from having a vendetta against her. It was one of the few reasons I had always thought I would reject a wolfess mate. Instead, I was bringing one firmly into the lion’s den, subject to ridicule and god knew what else. I felt a sense of trepidation as she began to softly snore beside me.
Leah had spirit and gumption. She was rough around the edges and unlike any other girl I had dated or shown an interest in. She was unique, clever, and a precious jewel that I didn’t want to be tarnished. I fretted as I lay there. I could only do so much. I suspected that Leah could take care of herself but there were many dangers that could befall a wolfless girl, and I had to wonder, with a grim expression on my face, whether Leah was entirely up to the task of becoming Luna Queen or if I was subjecting a poor innocent girl to a pack of wolves determined to bring her to her knees. Time will only tell, starting from our arrival tomorrow.
Leah POV
It was a restless night and I was scowling as we ate, before heading into Alpha Johnathon’s office, ready to depart. The man was apprehensive and extremely cordial, while Kace and I were cold and detached. “Spit it out Alpha Johnathon,” I said tiredly, sick of the p***y footing around as he kept complimenting the two of us “and just tell us what it is you want” I growled as the man stared at me, his face pale.
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